Chloe Noir Novels & Stories

I asked, already knowing the answer would be very dramatic. Chloe Rivers, my best friend since forever is a 5'7 petite redhead. She's almost two years older than me just like my siblings Ryder and Reena. She has big brown eyes that take most of her small round face, a cute button nose and perfectly rounded rosy lips. She's the most bubbly person I've ever met and she's an only child to the Gamma of my pack, The Raven Claw Pack. "Reena and her crew were totally dissing Emily's outfit in the cafeteria," Chloe said, barely containing her giggles. "I mean, who does that? And then, Rachel joined in, and it was like a competition to see who could be the most brutal."

Tonight she would learn exactly how much control I could take and how sweetly she would beg when I gave it back. At precisely eight the door opened. Chloe stepped inside wearing the schoolgirl outfit I had laid out for her. Fuck. It was even better than I imagined. A tiny white blouse tied just under her full breasts, leaving her midriff bare and her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. A pleated plaid skirt so short it barely covered the curve of her ass. White thigh-high socks with little bows, black Mary Jane shoes, and her auburn hair in two loose pigtails. She looked innocent and filthy at the same time, exactly the kind of temptation I loved to corrupt.

Chloe reached her manicured hands up to the wide collar of my oversized gray sweater, and she intentionally pulled the thick knit fabric down her shoulder to expose a deep, revealing amount of cleavage. She tossed her long blonde hair over her bare skin and ran her pink tongue slowly over her bottom lip in a blatant, shameless display of flirtation. She ignored my existence in the room and focused all of her hungry, desperate attention on the billionaire who had just broken her boyfriend's arm in the street. "Well, who is this?" she purred at Maximilian while batting her long eyelashes.

Her hand went to the second button of her uniform shirt, pretending to check if it was loose, her fingers fumbling with the fabric just to give herself an excuse to stay right where she was. Her stomach twisted into a hard, sudden knot. "Noah doesn't even look at people," Chloe countered, twisting her lipstick up and leaning close to the glass, her mouth forming a tight 'O' as she applied the red wax. "He looks like he’s constantly deciding whether to punch someone or just ignore them entirely. It’s kind of intimidating."

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Caroline?” Caroline looks up. Her smile is small and perfect and cold. “Stunning as always, Serena. That coat is divine.” “Thank you.” My voice is polite the way Liam likes. Chloe finally lifts her eyes. She is twenty-four, three years younger than me, but sometimes she looks fifteen with that baby face and huge blue eyes. Today her blonde hair is in two low braids, innocent schoolgirl style, but the dress she’s wearing costs five thousand dollars and shows half her chest. She stands up and hugs me, arms tight around my neck, perfume sweet and heavy.

Lola saw them walk in and ignored them but the girls soon noticed them and walked over. “Check this out girls” Chloe, the leader of the gang jeered. Her hair was dyed pink and her face was covered in thick makeup. “Little miss two left feet made it in time for practice today.” Lola sighed while Aria rolled her eyes. “You look hideous as always Chloe”, Lola retorted and Aria stifled a laugh. A look of disdain flashed across Chloe’s eyes. This damned girl dared to talk back at her. Chloe was a great dancer, with a great body and an even greater backing. As the niece to Brett Miller, everyone in the agency had always tried not to get on her bad side. Everyone except for Lola Coker, which always

Her cheeks coiled into a smile and I draped my hands on her waist, "may we dance together?" She nodded in reply. ..... Chloe's POV Feeling bored, I have been staring at the clock observing as the hand keeps moving. I have been laying on the bed expecting Xavier walking through the doors stepping into the room. It just hit 10:56. Isn't that really late in the hour of the night? Where is he? I pondered. I shut my eyes and I tried to sleep but I couldn't wondering when Xavier's gonna get home. Xavier's POV

“Oh, I see your car. It's you, right?” Coral presses the horn and when Chloe hears the same, Chloe confirms. Ending the call, Coral drives to her apartment. Chloe is standing outside, all dressed up and looking extremely gorgeous. Coral peers down the window glass and takes a good look at her best friend first before letting her in. “My, my. Someone's going to make the guys wild tonight” Coral snickers. Chloe is wearing a halter crop top that has sequin and tight leather pants. Her short hair is set free that falls on her shoulders and the makeup is on point.

Sitting beside me is my best and only girl friend, Chloe. Charlotte Loise, also known as Chloe, is the daughter of one of the most famous fashion designers in the world. I want to emphasize that Chloe is the hottest and most beautiful girl in this school. She is charismatic, charming, talented, care free and very fashionable. No wonder every guy in our school wants to date her, not to mention the models and celebrities outside the premise.

And for now, I’d like to keep it that way. “What do you think?” Chloe comes out of my bathroom and does a little spin, letting her beautiful golden hair flow down around her. She looked stunning in her maxi mint green gown and golden accessories. The front has a sweetheart neckline, off the shoulders, and no straps with a light white lace pattern of flowers embedded on some of the front and around half the waist. “You look amazing, babe, truly.” I smile. She looks at me and frowns, seeing me still in my comfy tracksuit and shirt. “Why haven’t you gotten ready yet?”